Shadewood i. silver thracian thaw (m)

It surprised Niamh, how natural it felt to experience this sensation again. Without the complication of feelings and attachments, she was able to block- at least tmporarily- any shame or guilt, knowing that she was engaging in an intimate act with a complete stranger, and simply enjoy the physical essence of it. Closing her eyes, she refused to allow her mind to wander to anything familiar, and simply focused on the tactile sensation, each movement he made, and the scent of a wolf who bore no allegiance to her. For all the issues and triggers that Niamh had, letting go and allowing herself to simply act was something she could do. The moment intensified, met its precipice, and eventually began to fade, and she was brought back to reality. 

And it wasn't a terrible reality, at first. She knew she was still safe- she wasn't in heat, and wouldn't bear his children. She still had no idea who this man was, that she'd just seduced, but now all she could do was hope that he was civil, and that he hadn't just fallen in love with her simply because they'd enjoyed a sexual experience together. For now, she simply bore his weight, matching her breathing with his, until the tether subsided and she was able to step away, wherein she took a short moment to dutifully clean herself up, before she took another look at him. 

He was just as attractive as he had been before, with that dark ring circling his neck and half-masking his face. She felt relaxed, having finally shirked the irritating proverbial hornet's nest that had been buzzing around her head since she'd left her conversation/argument with Phox. She gave the man a small smile, and found herself chuckling softly. That had been fun- surprising, but fun.